Jeanne's heart ached with regret as she stood by the window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass. Losing Adrian had been a blow she hadn't anticipated, a painful consequence of her own actions.
Her heart was consumed by a bitter and overwhelming sense of remorse; the painful truth settled in, as she realized that the love they once shared had died within him.
The result of her deeds was crystal clear, it was evident in the lifeless depths of his eyes, the absence of any warmth or affection.
Jeanne had become a mere memory, a faded photograph in the depths of his mind.
She had let her desires cloud her judgment, and now she was left with a heart filled with remorse and a longing to make things right.
The knowledge that she had betrayed Adrian, the person who loved her most i
